Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to cause hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime